Playboy Bloods Novels & Stories

I did that and turned to go out when I bumped into a hard wall of muscles. Oh, God !! I looked up and saw him standing there. He had just come out of the shower wearing only a towel. Water droplets were still there on his shoulders. He had a very well defined body. Broad shoulders, eight pack abs. Much better than most of the models. " Enjoying the show?? Click pictures, they will last much longer. " " Sorry... I... Damini... Sent me... To call you. Sorry. " " Hey !! It is ok... Though I don't mind, you can look at me for the whole day or life. But don't blame me if I want you to return the favour. " He said with a smirk.

' I told him when I spotted the blood spatters on his white shirt. He nodded and followed me to his room. I pulled his shirt over his head and admired his tanned chest. 'Like what you see?' He smirked. 'Yes, I do.' I kissed his shoulder and unbuckled his belt. His pants pooled at his feet and he only stood in his boxers in front of me. I turned him around and slapped his ass. 'Come on. Get in the shower, babe.' 'No need to be violent, sweetheart.' He rubbed his ass and grinned at me. I laughed and picked up his dirty clothes.

she cursed out loud, forgetting for a moment where she was. "Blood." Her abductor growled, a deep sound that sent shivers down her spine causing her to feel dread. "I hate the sight of blood." Hers was a rich red and thick blood that smelled nice and caused his nose to pucker. He tried so hard to contain his fangs but couldn't. They bared themselves out in agitation and he turned away immediately. It's been so long since he had any contact with human blood. The beastly side of him had become excited when they perceived the richness of her blood and had reared up its ugly head.

"Anyone can get and pretend to have the royal name. My brother, Peter, did not have a blood partner. Are you suggesting he had an intimate enough relationship with a woman to allow her to conceive his child without a blood bond?" The generals shifted around uneasily. It was something considered to be prohibited and extremely wrong and dirty. "He had a blood bond, he just did not want her, my mother, to deal with all that came with being blood bound to the Demon King," I am not entirely lying.

"Yeah? Well you can take your 'legacy' and shove it straight up your ass for all I care, you pathetic bastard!" With that, I spat a thick gob of blood at his polished oxfords before whirling on my heel, storming towards the exit.

I let out a faint cry “For you with me in my condo,I want to fuck you so bad,you’re going to need an ambulance to take you home,name your price!” “Fuck you!” I screamed raising my knees high enough to damage his crotch. He loosened his grip holding tightly to his erected rod. I squirmed off ,hurriedly making my way to Stacy. Passing by Jeff and a new guy making out. He looked at me in disbelief. What happened to you ? He questioned “Nothing I’m going!”

Like saying it out loud is its own kind of relief. "Don't talk," I say. I put my hands on him. The Moonblood knows what to do. I don't have to direct it or manage it or be afraid of it. It moves through me the way it has been waiting to move — not forced, not pushed, simply allowed. It finds the powder's trace in his blood the way light finds the edges of things in a dark room. Not by force. By nature. By the simple fact that where this kind of light goes, the things that hide in darkness cannot stay hidden.

Any thought, any hope I had that this was my rescue vanished as I turned to look at the two men fighting. Young Blood was younger and much stronger than the old biker who had launched himself into harm’s way. The fight was over before it had even begun. Crouching over the prone bloody man, Young Blood’s fists rained down. The gun was still in his hand. It was a frenzied attack. Brutal. The sound of bones snapping and the wet sound of a fist hitting flesh was abnormally loud. “Don’t look.” I covered Parker’s ear with my hand as I pressed his face into my side. “Close your eyes and don’t look.”

I asked. "In the year 1800, war broke out between the two notorious gangs in New York—the Blood Brothers, and the Blood Kings. This gruesome war lasted for one year. Lord Van Himmer was the leader of the Blood Brothers mafia and led the crew to victory against the Blood Kings." Wendall stopped reading and looked up at me. His eyes widened with shock. "Continue," I motioned.